Operation Jedburgh — Hannah Howe

We found the third parachutist, Captain J. D. Templeman, sitting up, nursing a damaged shoulder. He’d avoided the bullets, but injured his shoulder upon landing.We dived into a ditch. There, Mimi assessed Templeman’s shoulder. She judged that nothing was broken, or dislocated.“You have a lovely touch,” Templeman smiled at Mimi.“A fresh one,” Mimi scowled, turning to face me.“As the spring dew,” Templeman said. He reached out and pinched Mimi’s bottom. In the midst of a raging battle, he actually pinched Mimi’s bottom. She swung around and slapped him across his face.Unperturbed, acting as though a slapped face were a common occurrence, Templeman straightened his uniform and asked, “What happened? Why wasn’t this drop zone secure?”“We’ll assess that later,” I said. “For now, we need to get you to safety.”